10 march

so this is what they sing about. how queer to hold that strange indomitable uncageable Thing in one's hands, that blissful fragile impossible Thing that can be severed from no one and for no purposes: and discover that all those things they sing are true. i can feel my insides stretching and expanding in a thousand different directions (no, literally; i think i pulled a muscle in my abdomen. but that's not to what i refer.) it's like standing on the top of a high-rise and scraping the sky with your fingertips, and waving to the pedestrians below; wondering how you managed to be so small and ant-like before you got here, before you got to Know. how strange i feel.